𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵: 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭

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𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵: 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭━━━━━━━━━━━━━𝙡𝙪𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙘

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𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵: 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭
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𝙡𝙪𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙘.

With the moon bright, shining down on the drunk sibling, and the two sober ones. Stiles Stilinski had decided to take his best friend out to help him with the break up and that meant Sophia Stilinski was forced to come. 

Though with her perfect picture of the moon, she truly didn't mind.

A strange sound escaped Noah's lips "Drunk?!"

Sophia just leaned back, the girl then was sober then a pope while Stiles shrinked into his chair.

He didn't exactly have an excuse

The human boy's words were slurred "Dude, you know, she's just one — one girl. You know, there are so many... Fi-Fi what's the word"

Sophia's eyes flicker to the drunken boy "There is a lot of Kleenex in the world"

Stiles head moved slowly, humming in agreement

His voice stopped, staring at the star clear sky "There are so many other girls in the sea."

"Have you ever thought about how fish swim in their own pee?" Sophia stating the random fact that came into her head

Scott eyebrows furrow "They do, fish swim in their own pee"

Bonnie paused for a moment, "I never thought about that"

"I know right, they are just swimming around in their own pee" Sophia adds on, glad someone agreed with her on the odd topic

"Fish in the sea?" Scott voice coming you in a question

Stiles face scrunches up confused "Fish?, Why are you talking about fish?" his thought changed to the strawberry blonde he had loved his kindergarten "I'm talking about girls. I love girls. I love them. I love... Especially ones with strawberry blonde hair, green eyes, 5'3"..."

Sophia and Scott share an amused look "You mean Lydia?"

A goofy smile staying on his drunken face "Yeah, exactly."

Stiles watches Sophia and Scott who were extremely sober, he holds the drink out for them "Hey, you're not happy. Take a drink."

"I don't want any more." Scott replied

Sophia shook her head "I don't really drink Mischief"
He nodded his head "I forgot about you and your 'i don't drink because i don't want to end up like our father"

Noah's eyes flicker to Sophia who currently was glaring at Stiles, the two were different when it came to drinking. Stiles never had to take care of the man when he was too drunk to find the front door, Sophia did.

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